Amidst the darkness of the night, Third Young Master stood on the porch of the villa garden, supporting himself with his hands on the railing. He was gazing into the night, exceptionally calm, lost in his thoughts.
"Dad, where's my brother? Have you found him?" Ye Yiyi was extremely anxious.
Third Young Master turned around to look at her, his voice sounding peculiar.
"He's gone back to your mother."
Ye Yiyi widened her eyes in surprise, "Why did my brother go back? What about his hand? Isn't he going abroad?"
"Who knows? Hmph, quiet and reserved at such a young age, but actions are chaotic, troublesome kid. Let him go, I don't care. Always glaring at me, as if I owe him a fortune!"
Third Young Master was extremely annoyed, ever since this child had followed him home.
Always sulking, even daring to show attitude to him, Third Young Master.
